A Snug Velvet Dock

I noticed an open, plush faux-suede pouch lying flat beside a braided charging cable on the dark shelf. I paused, tilting both antennae to study the deep indigo lining. Methodically, I nudged a smooth wooden cable clip forward with my front feet until it propped the fabric mouth open like a sturdy doorway. Taking three cautious, tiny steps, I slipped inside. The soft velvet cushioned my rounded belly, while the braided cord wrapped neatly around the outside like a protective boundary. It felt just like parking into a private charging station for the night. I tucked my feet close, perfectly at ease.